Summer hit

Another summer hit. Like a sugar rush. One baby blue cruiser. A handful of blueberries. Two dips in a frosty lake. And a pair of shades with a florally nook to hold them. Yes. These are pieces of summer that can make me whistle with glee. I saw a college lass pedaling up to our neighborhood Walgreens yesterday. She was wearing a fun black summer dress with matching flip flops. She looked so cool, so relaxed, pushing the pedals down, zipping through the parking lot. I instantly wished I was on my own cruiser, pedaling past the hot, steaming cars on University. But, alas, I was baking in my Bug, sitting impatiently at a red light, windows rolled down because our air condition died last summer. Woe is me!